spilled ink – SIMPLE WORLD

Special Moments

Very rare,

the light shines

from the outside

Even rarer,

when the outside remains.

Signs

Morning come

Money go

Honey,

Run!

I had severe warnings

from childhood memories,

to the dealings of the world

Eyes bleeding

stoned by a friend

I had severe warnings

Money snatched

Tricked by another

Severe warnings

Life was singing to me

Calling in, ringing in

Refusing to listen

I plugged into aloof

Myself only

The world was me

Until it wasn’t

Another Lifetime

In my heart, I hear the beat

The final word

An end, I must tell you

Yet when I’m close

I have no words

to connect, to combine

My own fear, keeping me safe

I must assume

The hurt, the memories

Circumvents to a past story

The early rain, hail storm sweeping

drowned our young love

Before we picked up for safety

flood emergency!

Both swirling down into the dam

My eyes circling, spinning

never holding onto the truth

…

I move an inch

another false start

Lies, I tell you

Sweet bytes, you reply

Tell me more, I sing

Tell me many more, you harmonize

Healing we can attain

through body resistance

Heat perspiration, we agree

After friction, summer heat

Passages and ridges

Satisfaction never reaching the port

Another fight ensues

….

Now tell me how do we build back?

Our foundation rocked by passing air

I take account to my many bad ways

ways: cold and closed

Those parts I never gave out

Stuck, hoping I forget

though I must move on now

From this tale that ended too soon

Damaged Control

I asked for a piece of mind

You give trouble

Finding faults on every part of me

Crisis leading to full blown battles

Is this any semblance of love?

Or devil lust?

I seek peace

You give blood

Pain equalizing the suffering

All these you give freely

Leaving me dry to the bones

Empty without an outlet

Garden ridden with thorns

My skin stuck, red dripping

My hunger never filled

Rumblings and enzyme ruptures

You promised bliss

All I see is turbulence

Freedom, blocked by denial

That leap refusing my feet

My legs week from trekking

Roundabouts, circulating

Heart pumping out loud

Mind docile,

I sense mouse

Instincts missing

Will lacking

Energy depleted

Air snuffed

All I have is:

the curse and gift of loving

Both penned down onto my soul

quick question

Why does the dark seem sweet?

The lullaby and the tales

Desiring

I keep going back

The feel

The rub

Blue lamps

Eyes twisting

Wishes granted

Vices blended

Never hint of bitterness

Only when the light comes

Do I retract within

Don’t Tell Me

Time flies through these moments

Never tell me what year it is

This bliss, sweet

rings so true

Random: at our core. We grow up understanding this basic principle of life. For example, the idea of power; Our tribe-culture understands the diversity of what the word brings but we don’t dwell on that bad knowledge in past tense form, we grow up seeing, speaking, dancing, feeling, eating with the two sides of power at equal lengths. The infiltration and desimation of our culture has broken that stability so much we stand fully with the yin, the controlled. The yang; uncontrollable side we have blindly left, that’s why I believe we are stuck in this revolving control system never accounting for the balance that will come. I think for our balance to scale back to the middle, we lots must face real time repercussions of dwelling in the yin for this long.